Day 43, morning
The littlest barbarian has been brought low by the plague. She hungers so, but we must wait until the sickness has loosened its grip to feed her more than the bare minimum.
As if the stricken barbarian were not tragedy enough to befall our settlement, the Halls of Learning are closed again today. In the night, the skies have again deposited a large bank of snow upon us. In truth, it is still snowing.
I begin to fear that this winter may never end. At least the wind is mostly toothless today and the older barbarians can venture forth to wreak havoc out of doors and perhaps leave the settlement intact.
Winter persists, and so must I.
As if the stricken barbarian were not tragedy enough to befall our settlement, the Halls of Learning are closed again today. In the night, the skies have again deposited a large bank of snow upon us. In truth, it is still snowing.
I begin to fear that this winter may never end. At least the wind is mostly toothless today and the older barbarians can venture forth to wreak havoc out of doors and perhaps leave the settlement intact.
Winter persists, and so must I.
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